“I am also in possession of one,” she said, unruffled. “What?” She did not lose composure. “Don’t act the jilted lover, Babs.” “You never said a damned word!” “You didn’t keep your eyes on your key ring.” “Ianthe Tridentarius,” said her cavalier, “you are—you’re—Corona, why didn’t you tell me?” Corona stopped him, one slender hand on his shoulder. She was looking at her twin, who calmly avoided her gaze. “Because I didn’t know,” she said lightly, chair scraping as she rose to stand. “I didn’t know either, Babs. I’m going to bed now—I think—I’m somewhat overwrought.”
